Chapter Eight

Xena Remington:

“Oh, so you are home.” I say as soon as I enter my house when I see Jerold’s shoes on the porch, “the least I expect from you is for you to at least answer my texts. You’ve been MIA for almost a day now.”

I hear some shuffling in the kitchen which indicates that he is there but he doesn’t answer. Of course, he won’t. His fragile ego is probably wounded. I don’t even know where he was yesterday.

“Jerold!” I say as I enter the kitchen and see him eating takeout on the dining table, not bothering to look up at me, “Where were you?”

“Oh Xena, I thought you were still busy dry-humping Axel fucking Lancaster.” He said making me roll my eyes.

“You literally forced me into doing it. Also, what did you want me to do? Push him away and say what? I have a boyfriend? Oh, wait sorry. You don’t want anyone to know that we are together.” I yell, filled with fury.

I can’t believe he has the nerve to talk to me like that after all the things that he has done to me, after all the things